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12.7 | See I'll Never Be

Staten Island, NYC
March 23rd
8:29pm

Moi and Cito casually walked around another vacant room in the empty two-story warehouse. "It ended up being a valid choice" Cito nods towards the large space. "Very promising." He added, swiping the exposed brick-wall with his index finger then rubbing his hands together.

Moi, Bank and Cito invested in a old post office that closed down in the 70's. Over the course of the whole month of March they transformed the condemned Staten Island building into their warehouse. It was about ten minutes away from the Verrazano bridge, which eased the commute. To say they were impressed with the updates to the building was an understatement.  A solid 20 foot concrete wall enclosed the acreage like a fortress. No one would be able to climb over it, a single gate allowed entry. The gate was controlled by the security system that Chino built in. Freshly paved concrete that stretched around the two acre land with a fresh matte black coat of paint on the outside of the building.

Which matched perfectly with the insides finishing. The exposed brick walls, high ceilings and black concrete floors that were smooth as butter gave it a loft feel. All the windows were closed up with steel, no outside light whatsoever but the recess lighting provided a dark but clean feel. Technology, security system, remote location, it will be Moi's second home so it had to immaculate. The space reflected their taste perfectly.

"Yeah for sure." Moi cleared his throat "trucks should be pulling up to our spot in Brooklyn with the product tomorrow night. 8 o clock on the dot.". Business was going good with DK, so good that he was bringing in a larger shipment since they sold the work he given them in LA a whole two weeks in advance. Moi's Philly connect that they got through Nas was also supplying them with more weight. So they needed more space and a secure location.

"I'll be there, I got you. You need me to drive it over here with you?" Cito looked at his brother, he knew his brother hated to ask. Cito didn't want parts in this side of the business. However Cito could see in his eyes that he didn't want no one else riding with him no more. Nobody was gone have his back like Him or Bank, his brothers keepers.

"You know I hate to ask you to do shit you don't like." Moi replied. "It's aight, just this one time." Cito compromised and that brought a smile to Moi's face. As of lately Cito found himself doing a bunch of shit he called himself not tryna be caught up in.. soon it'll all catch up to him. It's always a price to losing your discipline.

"I fake got the boardroom sorted upstairs already, the table and chairs is in there." Moi turned his body towards his brother.  "In there, that's where Chino & Bank already at. We was waiting on you to get here."

"My bad bro I had to get a shape up" Cito rubbed on his freshly cut waves, fresh out the barber this morning. "Plus you know my lady  be wanting some attention before I leave out the crib. Fucking brat" Cito smirked at the thought of her dramatics from earlier, you would've thought he was gone be gone for a month how she was acting. When he was in the house she ain't want him near her, still holding her attitude from the other day. But soon as she hear him grab his keys she want him to rub her back and feet. All of sudden her stomach hurt and she hungry but only could eat a sandwich from the store. But he adored it.

"Already know how that go, it's aight tho we finished checking out the spot right before you pulled up."

"Copy, so where we putting the vault?" Cito looked around the blank canvas, thinking of opportunity and possibilities. He knew he wouldn't be over here that much this was more Moi and Banks Lane, he'd show up only when needed but he still wanted it to run smoothly. They planned on building a powerhouse, yeah they head bread. Plenty. But now they were expanding beyond their expectations and they had to accommodate to their growth.